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Neville stared down at his caldron with his mouth open.

Now, he did some horrible things in potions over the years �
made them explode, spreading the pus all over him and his class mates;
transformed poor Dean that was partnered with him that one time into some kind
of a cat with three pairs of tentacles, and, most disturbing, he dyed Snape�s
hair lilac � but this? This is beyond
everything he ever even heard a
potion could do.

He was trying to make a potion for increasing enthusiasm, or
some nonsense like that. If you want to be enthusiastic, Neville can think of
at least four different plants you can eat for that. Why go through all this
chopping, brewing, stirring and drinking
foul tasting liquids then?
The recipe was simple enough, and if he made a mistake, why
the damned thing couldn�t just explode in his face?
The rest of the class would laugh � namely, the Slytherins � and he would get
points ducked and maybe a quick Crucio, if Crab and Goyle managed to wake up
with only half an hour into the first class. But this?
What is Neville supposed to do with this?

He sighed heavily and glanced around. No one was paying him any attention; everyone
was working on their own potions in silence. Slughorn
looked like he�s napping over the desk in front of the
classroom. Neville sighed heavily once again, then bended over the caldron to
take a better look.

On the bottom, there was a boy sleeping. A little, tiny boy
in the little, tiny cloths that was exactly the same
shade of orange Neville�s potion was before it solidified into � well, this
boy. He had mortifying yellow hair, and tossed and turned all the time,
obviously slightly disturbed with the hard structure of his � um, bed.

The boy couldn�t have been any bigger
then Neville�s hand, so how dangerous he could be?

Thinking that, Neville took boy�s shoulder between his
fingers and tried not to break his spine shaking him awake. The boy simply
shook if off, and turned to the other side. Neville took another quick look
over the classroom; no one was watching. He put his hand back in the caldron
and shook the boy again, a little harder this time.

The boy set up, yawning wildly with his eyes still closed,
apparently not yet realizing something is out of order. Neville waited
patiently, his heart biting so hard in his chest, he was sure it will break
right out of him.

The little blond boy opened his eyes finally and looked
around. He blinked his sleepiness away and got up on his feet, raising his head
enough to see Neville. Not scared, he doesn�t look scared, not even too confused, more like �
mildly curious.

Neville blinked into his caldron. The boy narrowed his eyes
and cocked his head at him, and only when he opened his mouth, Neville realized
the mistake he made.

�Whoa!� The tiny voice yelled, and they both cringed from
the not too loud (for Neville) but definite echo in the caldron, �You�re big!�

Neville never felt particularly big, not with Ron around,
but when some heads from the nearest tables turned, to glance at him, he new
exactly how he would feel if he was a giant. A giant that
made a horrible mistake. Uh, make that two, two mistakes.

Not knowing what else to do, he put his finger on his lips
and shushed the boy, who looked not very pleased for it. Neville quickly bended
even closer to the caldron, and whispered, praying that the boy is not a
muggle, or at least not a stupid
muggle:

�I�m in the class, if someone sees you I�ll be punished, and
they might hurt you, please be quiet until the class is over, please.�

Neville�s words were shaky and he could hear desperation in
his own voice, but he didn�t care about that. If this
boy was a muggle � hell, even if he was a muggle born � Neville just got him
into a real trouble. With the school how it was right now, the boy might even be killed.

Only now, the real confusion colored the boys face. Neville
took his wand out.
�Just don�t panic.� He felt obligated to say before
petrifying the small figure and putting him in the pocket. All he needs to do now is wait
for the end of the class.

**********************

Neville got some frowning and no marks for that day�s work �
as if he cared, he never even wanted to come back and learn potions, it was a timetable
written by McGonagall; she was trying to keep him safe. He was
relived when no one tried to stop him, although Seamus called for him
when he was walking out of the classroom in a hurry.

Almost running up the stairs to the seventh floor, as much
as you can run when the stupid things insist on moving in the completely wrong
way then he wanted them to, Neville couldn�t resist
but check occasionally if the boy is still in his pocket. He was, despite the
hope that was burning stubbornly in Neville.

He found the blank wall he was looking for blindly and, as
much as he wanted to just run up and down the hall and get it over with, he
needed to be careful. Neville walked leisurely � or he tried to anyway �
listening intently if anyone was near. When the door finally opened, he slid in
with overwhelming relief.

Neville was shocked when he pulled the small figure out of
his pocked and discovered that the boy managed to set one of his arms free, and
was waving wildly with it. He quickly cast Finite
and the next thing he knew, the boy jumped
about two feet into the air � which Neville couldn�t
do in his size � and there was something on his chick.

He ignored the way the boy landed on the floor, not hurting
himself, like a cat and examined the sore spot on his face. Using only tips of
his fingers, he managed to pull out thorns � metallic little thorn-knifes � out
of his skin. A thin stream of blood ran down his cheek.

�If you try something like that ever again on me,�
Disturbingly tiny voice yelled from somewhere around his leg, �I�ll hit your
eyes!�

The little knives would actually do damage there, Neville
knew a valid threat when he heard one. He nodded.

�I�m sorry.� He said. �I needed to make sure no one sees
you. I�m Neville.�

The boy snorted at him.

�What kind of name is that?�

�There are a lot of people with that name. What�s yours?�

The boy tossed the response over his shoulder, because he
turned to take a better look on the room:

�Naruto.�

Neville couldn�t help it, he
laughed, and lashed back:

�What kind of name is that?�

�It�s a great name, all mine.�

Neville watched with his mouth open Naruto walking up the
table leg like gravity is nothing at all, grab the edge and jump on the flat
surface.

Naruto cut through his gaping.

�Where am I? How did I get here? Is this really a school?�

Neville swallowed at the business-like tone.

�It�s a school, we are in a school. I � messed up my potion
and then you� Are you a Muggle?�

�Of course not!� Naruto yelled.
�What�s that anyway?�

Neville was caught between laughing
and gaping again. What�s the point of denying
something you don�t even know what it means?

�We call people who can�t use magic Muggles.� He explained
and quickly added: �It�s not insulting, it�s like you
say someone is English.�

Naruto looked at him suspiciously.

�What�s that?�

�What?�

�That! Engl-ish.�

�What? You�re speaking English, how can you not know who are
people who invented the language are called?�

Naruto blinked.

�I�m not � that.�

�Then what are you?� Neville asked. Because really, Muggles couldn�t ignore gravity any more then wizards could � he was
pretty sure someone would have mention that up until now.

�What are you?� Naruto asked in turn, not answering. �I
never saw anyone so big in my life.�

�I�m not big. You�re small.�

�What? I�m not!�

�I did something...� Neville tried to explain. Naruto looked
livid. �I shrank you.�

�Then un-shrank me! I don�t want to
be small.�

Neville cast engorgement spell. It failed.

Well, technically, Naruto�s hair was falling into his eyes
now, so the boy had to rearrange the odd hair bend he was wearing, but he was
still not taller then Neville�s hand.

�I�m sorry. I can�t.�

Naruto was not happy.

�You said this is a school. Go get a teacher.�

Neville licked his lips.

�Please, don�t make me do that. It will put us all in
danger, especially you.�

�I�m not afraid!� Naruto told him, and Neville only barely
managed not to say �Then you�re a fool�.

�There is a war here.� He said instead. �The school is in
the middle of it. There are some bad people looking over the school, some new
teachers. It�s not safe.�

�Why don�t you kick them out?�

As if only it was that easy. If
only Neville was that competent, or that brave.

He set on the chair the room provided and Naruto, following
his example, set cross-legged on the table. Then Neville told him the story
about the evil wizard Voldemort, and about Harry. Naruto listened, and even
though Neville had to say some things couple of times, he understood. His
little yellow head stayed bent for awhile and then he
nodded to what ever decision he came up with.

�Okay. First, you make me my own height, then we kick that
evil guy ass and then you find the way to get me home.�

A/N:Yes, it is a shitty story. I'm very amused by the little Naruto right now, so don't spoil it for me.
I was reading a story in which Neville did this, and I was annoyed with the writer. So, I said to myself - I can do this. Hell, I can even make Naruto fit into cauldron.
My English sucks, so sorry about that, too.
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